My Sister Stole My Werewolf Mate

My sister and I were fated to marry twin wolves.
My sister, Isolde, married Kael, the black wolf. He was the pack’s heir—powerful, sculpted from raw strength, but born without a shred of empathy. His temper was a storm, and after their wedding, he unleashed it on her.
I was given to Rhys, the white wolf. He was frail, gentle, and kind, and with a brilliant mind, he eventually clawed his way to the position of pack leader.
Isolde, consumed by jealousy, poisoned me.
Then I opened my eyes. We were back, standing on the precipice of our past, on the very day we were to choose our husbands.
This time, Isolde’s hand shot out, desperately grabbing Rhys.
I smiled. Did she truly believe the white wolf was the better man?

1
The Hale Matriarch led Kael and Rhys, the twin wolves, before my sister and me.
“These are my sons,” she announced, her voice as unyielding as ancient stone. “Each of you will choose one.”
My head snapped up, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Kael. The firstborn, the future Alpha, his body a monument to power.
Rhys. His younger brother, his heart a fragile thing since birth, kept alive by a cocktail of pills.
I blinked, again and again, confirming the impossible. They were real, standing before me. This wasn't a dream.
I was reborn. Thrown back to the day Isolde and I chose our mates.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Isolde rushed forward and took Rhys’s hand, her eyes swimming with a tenderness that was utterly fake.
“Rhys, my love,” she breathed. “From this day on, I am your wife.”
As she spoke, she shot a triumphant glare in my direction.
And in that single, venomous look, I knew. She was reborn, too.
Why else would she choose Rhys?
Our families, the Vaughn and Hale corporations, had been allies for generations. This union was meant to seal that bond. In our first life, Isolde had heard Kael was the heir, strong and virile. She craved the power of being the Luna, the Alpha's mate, and chose him without a second thought.
What she didn’t know was that Kael was a creature of pure instinct, incapable of love, ruled only by a vicious, unpredictable rage. Her every attempt to please him had been met with brutal beatings.
Meanwhile, Rhys, the husband I had been left with, was the epitome of kindness. He made me the center of his universe, showing me off at every important event, treating me like a treasure.
Then, with his sharp intellect, he orchestrated Kael’s downfall and seized the title of Alpha for himself.
Suddenly, I was the Luna, wielding influence over the entire pack. Isolde’s jealousy became a poison, and not just metaphorically. She seeped a colorless, odorless gas into my room as I slept.
I will never forget the look in her eyes as my life faded. Cold. Vicious.
“Did you really think being the Luna made you untouchable, Elara?” she’d hissed. “I’m going to enjoy watching you die.”
With my last ounce of strength, I’d plunged the dagger I always carried into her heart, taking her down with me.
I never imagined fate would be cruel enough to send us back together.
But as I watched her cling to Rhys, a slow, genuine smile spread across my face. My new life was about to begin. A life free from the chains of the past.

2
Our weddings were a joint affair.
Throughout the ceremony, Rhys doted on Isolde, adjusting the train of her gown, smoothing a stray lock of her hair. Kael, on the other hand, stood beside me like a storm cloud carved from granite, his expression dark, his eyes fixed on some distant point, clearly wishing the whole ordeal was over.
Seeing me so obviously ignored, Isolde’s smirk widened. She pulled Rhys over, their linked hands a deliberate spectacle.
“Little sister,” she purred, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “Life in the Hale pack can be… difficult, if you can’t even keep your own husband on a leash.”
I glanced at Rhys. He gazed at Isolde with a look of profound devotion. My eyes, however, were drawn to his thumb, to the silver signet ring he wore.
A jolt of pure terror shot through me. I stumbled back a step, my breath catching in my throat.
Forcing the tremor from my hands, I managed a tight smile. “You don’t need to worry about me, sister. I can handle myself.”
I turned and walked away, my body still shaking with the memory of a pain that felt all too real.
Isolde thought she’d won the grand prize. She had no idea.
Compared to the smiling viper she now clung to, I would choose Kael’s cold fury a thousand times over. And this time, she had granted my wish.
That night, I slipped into a silken red robe and found Kael on the bed, his eyes closed in meditation. A powerful black tail twitched restlessly beside him.
A wolf’s tail is their most vulnerable point. They only allow those they trust implicitly to touch it.
I decided to take a chance.
I reached out, my fingers barely grazing the coarse fur before he moved like lightning, shoving me so hard I sprawled onto the floor.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he snarled, his voice a low growl, his brows furrowed in rage.
“Kael,” I whispered, feigning a shy bride’s demeanor. “It’s our wedding night.” Inside, I was cursing him. I’m practically throwing myself at you, and you’re still giving me the cold shoulder? Unbelievable.
“So what?” His large hand clamped around my throat, lifting me slightly. His amber eyes burned into mine. “Let me make one thing clear. I have zero interest in… that. If you want to stay alive in this house, you’ll learn to stay out of my way.”
The pressure on my windpipe was immense, my vision starting to swim in black spots. I’d heard the stories. Even the dogs at the gate knew their master had a notoriously short fuse and a penchant for violence. In our last life, the only thing that had saved Isolde from being torn to shreds was the fact that she was, in name, his wife.
I swallowed hard, fear coiling in my gut. I couldn't give up. Not now. I’d suffered enough for one lifetime.
“Okay… okay,” I gasped. “I won’t… I won’t bother you.”
He released me, dropping me unceremoniously to the floor. I coughed, desperately dragging air into my lungs. Seeing the irritation flash in his eyes, I scrambled into the bathroom to finish my coughing fit in private.

3
It didn't take long to confirm my suspicions: Kael was a classic alpha male with a heavy dose of misogyny. In his world, women were little more than burdens.
As his new, unwelcome wife, my only strategy was to not provoke the beast.
In the last life, Isolde’s desperate attempts to seduce him had earned her nothing but broken bones and black eyes. She’d been thrown out of their room on their wedding night, a humiliation witnessed by the entire pack.
Determined to avoid her fate, I spent the night curled up on the cold bathroom tiles.
I was jolted awake by a cascade of icy water. Kael stood in the doorway, looming over me like a titan.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
“Right, sorry, I’ll get out of your way,” I stammered, scrambling to my feet without even wiping the water from my face.
He brushed past me without a second glance. When he emerged, groomed and dressed, he headed straight for the door.
I darted forward, my hand closing around his wrist. “Kael, my mother invited us for dinner tonight. She expects you to come with me.”
His brow instantly creased into a deep scowl. “I’m buried in work. Can’t you go alone?”
Acting on instinct, I reached up and gently smoothed the lines between his eyebrows with my thumb. “Don’t frown. It ruins your handsome face.”
It was a habit I’d developed with Rhys in our past life. I’d always told him that worrying brought bad luck.
“It’s fine if I go alone, really,” I said, dropping my hand. “But, you know, where I’m from, if a new husband doesn’t accompany his wife to her family home the day after the wedding… people start whispering. They call her a widow before she’s even truly a wife.”
“What century is this? Who still believes in that nonsense?” He pushed my hand away, but I noticed he didn’t frown again.
“I know, it’s silly,” I said with a sigh, turning as if to leave. “But it’s just how things are. Don’t worry about it. I can handle a few whispers.”
I started walking toward the door, counting down in my head. Three… two…
“Wait.”
I stopped, a secret smile playing on my lips.
“I’ll go with you tonight,” he grumbled, grabbing his jacket and storming out.
The moment the door clicked shut, my smile broke free. My gamble had paid off.
My past life wasn't a total waste. I’d devoured psychology books, trying to understand Rhys’s madness. I learned that with men like Kael—volatile and proud—you couldn't fight them head-on. You had to flow with their current, subtly guiding them with a touch of moral pressure. A little light emotional blackmail.
Isolde had thought the path to his heart was through his bed. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Her advances only fueled his disgust.
Patience is a virtue. This time, I was determined to rewrite my destiny. I would not end up a tragedy.

4
That evening, after carefully applying my makeup, I went to Kael’s office to meet him.
As I crossed the garden, I ran into Isolde and Rhys. They were a picture of marital bliss, fingers intertwined, leaning into each other as if they were the only two people in the world.
“Sister,” Isolde called out, her eyes gleaming with malicious glee. “Going to visit mother? Didn’t Kael come with you?”
“He’s waiting for me at the office,” I replied smoothly.
At my words, a flicker of raw hatred crossed Rhys’s face. He had always been consumed by jealousy over Kael’s strength and status, a stark contrast to his own physical frailty that kept him confined to the estate.
Jealousy makes monsters of men.
It was jealousy that drove Isolde to murder me.
It was jealousy that drove Rhys to murder his own brother.
I offered them a polite nod and continued on my way. As I walked, a strange premonition made me glance back. Rhys was watching me. His eyes, sharp and possessive, locked onto mine. A shiver of dread traced its way down my spine. I quickly turned away, the ghosts of the past life chilling me to the bone.

5
The family dinner was a grand affair, teeming with relatives.
When Kael and I arrived last, a wave of stunned silence rippled through the room. No one had expected me to successfully wrangle the infamous Kael Hale.
I stayed close behind him, a silent, demure wife, terrified that one wrong word would send him storming out and ruin everything. Perhaps my quietness pleased him, because he remained surprisingly civil. In the eyes of the world, we were a power couple.
Isolde and Rhys were holding court on the sofa. Just as I looked over, they engaged in a sickeningly sweet display, feeding each other pieces of fruit, mouth to mouth. I pretended not to see. Let her play the part of the doting wife. She was a clown in a tragedy of her own making, and she didn't even know it. As long as I kept Kael by my side, my life would eclipse hers in every way.
As the pack’s heir, Kael was the center of attention. One by one, our relatives came to toast him. Though his temper was legendary, he navigated the social niceties with a practiced, if strained, politeness.
I saw the envy burning in Isolde’s eyes.
Desperate to steal the spotlight, she began to sing Rhys’s praises. “Rhys is just so wonderful to me,” she gushed to the table. “He’s so attentive. He cooks for me every day, and on our very first night, he told me he wants me to bear him a litter of strong wolf pups.”
Her eyes then found mine across the table. “I wonder, little sister, did you and Kael even consummate your marriage?”
The brazenness of her question, in front of our entire family, left me speechless. I felt my hand clench in my lap. Just as I was about to respond, Kael’s voice cut through the air like a whip.
“As the Luna of the second-in-command, have you no shame, saying such things in public?” he snarled, his gaze locking onto Rhys. “Control your wife!”

6
Rhys’s eyes flashed with defiance, but he bowed his head to his older brother’s authority.
“I understand, brother,” he muttered, before grabbing Isolde’s arm and pulling her away from the table. The festive dinner had soured completely.
Kael rose and left without another word. I scrambled to follow, a triumphant little smile playing on my lips. As I left, I overheard the whispers—how protective Kael was, how much he must care for me to defend my honor like that.
They were wrong, of course. Kael didn't care about me. He cared about the Hale family’s reputation. As the heir, his brother's wife spewing such vulgarities was an embarrassment he had to squash.
Naturally, Kael didn't offer me a ride home. To him, I was an obligation, not a partner. I took a cab.
When I arrived, I found Isolde in the living room, dabbing ointment onto her arm. It was covered in tiny, cruel-looking puncture wounds. In my last life, my entire body had been a canvas of those same marks.
She saw me and quickly pulled down her sleeve. Even though her face was pale with pain, she lifted her chin in that familiar, arrogant way.
“Rhys just made passionate love to me,” she declared, her voice brittle. “He said he would love me forever.”
She was so utterly, pathetically foolish. Still trying to satisfy her pathetic need to win, even when she was bleeding.
No one knew Rhys better than I did. In the beginning of our past life together, he had been kind. But it didn't last. He became a demon in the night, his kindness a mask for his cruelty. Tonight, Isolde’s loose tongue had earned him a public scolding from Kael. His pride would be stinging.
And he would make her pay for it.

7
Kael didn’t return until the early hours of the morning.
I had tactfully made my bed on the small sofa in the corner of the room. He walked past without a glance, showered, and went straight to bed.
Men like Kael aren't heartless. The psychology books I’d read described his condition perfectly. He had likely suffered a severe trauma that fractured his ability to trust, forcing him to build a fortress of rage around a deeply vulnerable core.
In my last life, I’d started reading those books to understand how to survive Rhys’s madness. I was killed before I could finish, but fortunately, the sections I remembered best were all about personalities like Kael's.
I tiptoed to the kitchen and prepared a warm, fragrant broth. I carried it back to the room and offered it to him.
“Kael,” I said softly. “You must be exhausted. Drink this. It will help you recover.”
It wasn't just broth. It was laced with calming herbs—and something more. A subtle concoction I'd learned about from the old medical texts, designed to soothe his frayed nerves and, perhaps, open his heart to me. These were remedies I’d discovered in my past life while trying to heal the constant wounds on my own body.
He didn't acknowledge my offering. Instead, his form shifted and shimmered, and a great black wolf lay on the bed, eyes closed, deep in some lupine meditation.
Fine. Time for more emotional manipulation.
“I simmered this broth for hours,” I said with a theatrical sigh. “A few of the servants asked for some, but I saved it all for you. Oh well. If you don’t want it, I guess I’ll just have to give it to someone else.”
No reaction.
I gritted my teeth. “It’s fine, Kael. I don’t mind. It’s just a little gossip about the pack’s new Luna being ignored by her husband. I suppose I can handle it.”
I deliberately stressed the words “new Luna.”
It worked. His eyes snapped open. His form solidified back into that of a man. He snatched the bowl from my hands and downed the contents in one go.
I beamed, feeling bold enough to reach out and stroke his tail. “Kael… could I… could I sleep with you tonight? Just to hold you?”
“No,” he snapped, his tail lashing out and swatting my hand away.
I didn’t push it. I scurried back to my sofa, content with my small victory.
The next morning, I had another bowl of broth waiting for him. Perhaps wanting to avoid another one of my speeches, he drank it without complaint.
A few more days of this medicated brew, and his violent temper should begin to soften.
Thinking of the man he was in the last life—a slave to his own uncontrollable rage—I felt a pang of pity. He was a prisoner in his own mind. Now that I was his wife, I would do whatever it took to heal him.
Of course, it was for my own selfish reasons, too. I just wanted a peaceful life, and he was my shield.
But the broth was just the first step. It was time to initiate phase two.

8
After seeing Kael off to work, I turned and saw Rhys lurking in the shadows of the garden, his eyes burning with resentment as he watched Kael’s car disappear.
He and Isolde were two of a kind, consumed by an envy that twisted them into monsters. He was just better at hiding it.
I raised my voice, calling to a nearby servant. “I’m heading to the back hills to gather some herbs for the Alpha’s restorative broth! I’ll go on ahead; bring the gathering tools and meet me there in a little while.”
I made sure my voice was loud enough for Rhys to overhear. Then, I set off.
I was digging up roots—calming, nourishing herbs—when I heard the snap of a twig behind me. I looked up to see Rhys advancing on me, a leather whip coiled in his hand.
An involuntary tremor ran through me, but I forced myself to stand my ground. “Rhys. What are you doing here?”
He let out a low, chilling chuckle. “What do you think I’m doing… sister-in-law?”
His predatory smile mirrored the one he wore in my nightmares, a perfect overlap with the monster from my past life. A cold sweat broke out on my skin, but I held his gaze.
“I am your brother’s wife. Don’t you dare.”
“I hear Kael has become quite protective of you,” he sneered, closing the distance between us. “So, I think I’ll just have to ruin you for him.”
He moved with a speed that belied his frail appearance, pinning my arms and forcing me to the ground. Tears of terror and rage streamed from my eyes.
“Get off me! If Kael finds out about this, he’ll kill you!”
The whip cracked, and a searing line of fire exploded across my back. “Bitch,” he hissed. “I am the Alpha’s brother. Everyone will believe you seduced me!”
Pain made me reckless. I spat at him, my voice shaking but laced with venom. “You’re nothing but a pathetic invalid, Rhys! You’ll never be the man Kael is. I would never want you!”
His face contorted with fury, his eyes turning blood-red. The whip fell again, and again. “Don’t you ever say that! I’ll beat you to death!”
I screamed, my cries swallowed by the dense woods. Just as his hands reached for the collar of my dress, he was sent flying by a brutal, silent force.
I scrambled back, clutching my torn clothes, and looked up into the furious, burning eyes of Kael.
I allowed myself a small, hidden smile.
Phase two was complete.

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